As Barry and his friends stood before the Gateway, a foreboding sense gripped them, an intuition of impending danger that tingled at the edges of their consciousness. It was as though the air itself whispered warnings of encroaching ruin.
Danny glanced around uneasily, his grip tightening on his bow. "Do you feel that?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Elaine nodded, her eyes narrowing in concern. "Something's not right," she murmured, her senses alert for any sign of threat.
Barry, too, felt the unsettling shift in the atmosphere, his instincts sharpened by the weight of the possibility.
"We need to be ready," he said, his voice firm with resolve. "I'm sure Destruction is on the move again. We can't afford to delay."
With a shared nod, they steeled themselves. They stepped through the Gateway again and search for another allies.
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